But every time I check my email I still have a faint hope that maybe you emailed me?
Listening to our song and thinking of you during class love.

and I can't love this much baby,
and love you from this far

I knew you would forget, just as soon as the sun would rise,
But your words, cliché and hollow, came as no surprise.
I asked but one small favor, at both break and close of day,
Just to hear you say hello, but now, hope's bled away.

A knife can make their day, but end their life.

It's the girls who love the most who feel the least loved in this world